Monday, August 2, 2010

Some nights I'll close my eyes
I'll dream in flashbacks
Colours like autumn leaves
Embers burning in red disguise
My mind's eyes closed in constant time
The seconds, the flashbacks
momentous, small, true, coloured by dreams supplanted
Those nights my hopes lay wide, seeing what gypsy reveries bring

1 comment:

Fisheye Lens said...

The organic nocturnal cinema doesn't get its critical due, SC.